Dad brought out a suit case from under mom and his room. He set it on the table. It was a big steel suit case. I've never seen it before. I had my book bag on my back. Mom had a duffle bag filled with food and picture books. She had some of johns clothes, his favorite bear, and some of her clothes an possessions. Dad opened the suit case with a four digit code. He opened it up and inside was walkie talkies, a lot of batteries, and a hand held radio. It looked like he robbed radio shack. There were four walkie talkies. He gave one to me, mom, and kept one for himself. "Just in case if we get split up or anything. Channel number one. Always stay on channel number one." He said. "We aren't gonna get split up right?" Mom asked. He paused before answering. He looked her in the eyes, put her hands on her shoulders and said," I'll try."
We grabbed our stuff and went to the car. I said goodbye to the house in case we never came back. Dad put the car in reverse, backed out of the drive way and drove down the road. I looked back. That was our home. The house I grew up in, the house where John was born. I don't think we will ever come back. "Oh shit!" Dad yelled as he swerved off the road. We smashed into a tree. I didn't knock out. I smashed my head off the window. I could feel the blood trickle down. I can see a crack from where it smashed In the window. I heard John cry. I looked over at him and tried to calm him down. I heard foot steps running towards the car. I though someone was coming to help us. I looked out the window and seen a figure running towards the car. As it came closer I noticed it had blood all over him. I remembered what the news lady said. "Dad? Mom?" I said as it only came out in a whisper. John was still crying. I just wanted him to stop. I quick in buckled my seat and I started to shake my father. "Dad! Please! Someone's coming dad. Please wake up!" I pleaded. I was scared. The guy starte pounding on our car. I shook my father harder. I tried my mother. Maybe their dead? I unbuckled John and held him. He cried louder when the man smashed harder. The guy smashed the car window and reached into the car. "DAD! MOM!" I screamed as loud as I could. I was crying. John was screaming and kicking. The man grabbed my leg and brought it to his mouth. I was kicking as fast and as hard as I could. I got a good kick, and I kicked him out of the car. Mom was waking up. "Mom help!" I screamed! The guy came right to her. He grabbed her and took a bite out of her shoulder. My mother screamed a piercing scream that I never heard before in my life. It seemed as if the world slowed down in just that moment. Dad came behind him and grabbed him and started beating him with a crowbar. "No... God no.." I heard dad say. "I got out of the car with John and I went to him. He hugged us. He went to mom. "It's okay baby. It's gonna be okay I promise." He said in between sobs. He brushed her bangs back with his hand. I know she wasn't. I know we all won't. "It hurts..so.. Bad." She said very weakly. The words came out as If they weren't words at all. She lost alot of blood. Blood was all over the car and all over her clothes. "We will take you to a doctor and you will be fine. All of us." He said. "No. Take the kids. Go- to Georgia. Dan..said their was... Safe camps... A new start-" with those last words, she was gone. Dad laid his head on her and cried. I never seen him cry. John cried, and so did I. I just lost my mom. "We have to go." Dad said in a stern voice. I heard him sniffle. He grabbed the suit case, my book bag and moms duffle bag and we left.
